Suzonne of Twin Flames – Volume 7 of 7

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Suzonne of Twin Flames Volume 7 Introduction: A Hint of the Story to Come”I was born on the French island of Martinique a lover of the wind where the air has the scent of sugar and vanilla. I am Suzonne Isabella Catherine La Fontaine and it is my honor to share with you the continuing saga of my youth and times.”In this Volume 7 of 7 series, Suzonne of Twin Flames, we find that Derk begins to relax. He calculates that his position as the Delisle overseer is secure. There are no charges against him. Tumba’s hanging is assured.Many citizens are intimidated by the very tall muscular Tumba. They feel his death will justify the horrific crime he is said to have perpetrated against the defenseless young Suzonne.Reversals and corrections flow but not for everyone. Suzonne fears she may have been scarred for life.Dahshe’s cruelly imposed zombie state of being has yet to be addressed. The people who truly care about her assemble. Rutah, Suzonne, Milo, Tumba and Akima travel to Ziya’s hut near the scorched remains of the Delisle plantation. There, under Rutah’s direction they begin the grueling ritual of locating Dahshe’s soul.Andre shocks Suzonne by sending a wagon train of lavish gifts for everyone who participated in his recovery.What has Andre selected for Suzonne?Raphael gives Suzonne a sobering lecture. “These gifts are a gentleman’s way of saying he cannot or will not give you himself.”Later, Raphael decides the time has come to tell Suzonne the truth about her parents and their family. Suzonne learns that she and only she can legally avenge the murder of her grandparents and the theft of their property, the original Twin Flames chateau in France.Suzonne is compelled to honor her deceased father’s wishes and travel to Paris!How will Suzonne do this without encountering Andre? Impossible!Be sure to read all 7 Volumes in the compelling saga that is Suzonne of Twin Flames!

About Janie Lynn Peterson

I always believed that I would write a book. Story-lines flashed through my mind even as a child walking home from grade school on a frigid winter afternoon. I remembered the beauty of a newly fallen snow and it triggered my imagination to create stories about the neighborhoods I passed. In no time, I’d be home having entertained myself all the way.My sister reminded me that instead of reading stories to her when I babysat, I would make up stories. She never forgot the one about a young dancer who yearned for red ballet slippers but her family had no money.I rarely recorded my stories. When I did jot down an intriguing few paragraphs, there was no follow through. I saved my notes and moved on to a new interest.Suzonne of Twin Flames did not allow that. Scenes and dialog filled my brain.When I didn’t write it down, it continued to repeat until I did. However, there was a time limit. If after many opportunities, I had to write it down or run the risk of loosing it. It may or may not repeat weeks later.I could be driving down a highway with this unrelenting story having a field day in my thoughts.There were times when I pulled over to write as much as possible on a scrap of paper that happened to be in the console. Eventually I kept a spiral notebook on the passenger seat. I learned to take it everywhere: waiting rooms, shopping, the beach. I never knew when I would be given a thought that had to be captured.Many times I wrote the chapters until the wee hours, 3 or 4 AM. The next day after reading what I had written I said, “I wrote that? It’s really good!”